At best he looked like a prostitute after a very long night. As he did this, Kevin felt something strange had taken place within him. It was as if thi... manly man discovered something within him that he himself could never have acknowledged on his own.“Hurry up bitch, we ain’t got all night.” Womack barked. “Okay, I’m almost ready. Why are you doing this to me? He replied and smiled as he realized that he was getting pretty for a man. Somehow, he felt a bit liberated, as he gingerly made his way. ”She passed me the joint then surprised me by turning from the sink and straddled my legs. “Do you think I’d be sitting on you like this after three days of our looking at each other and me feeling horny thinking about you at night if I was ready to marry Fred?”“What are you going to do?” I asked, taking a hit then passed it back to her.“Good question,” she answered then squirmed pressing harder against the bulge in my pants. I lowered my hands to her ass. She took one last hit then placed the. She was wearing a deep and wide neck t shirt and a tight pyjama and I looked her from top to bottom. She said stop staring and come in, you have a lot to see. She offered a glass of juice and sat beside me. So how am I looking, she said. I replied that I dont have enough words to describe your beauty, your face, your hair, your boobs, your deep valley, your ass and your legs are perfectly crafted.She kept her hair behind her head in a bun and gave me a clear view of her big valley. I could not. There aren’t any other homes along the river in that area, so the dock is very private, except for people turning the corner on the dock.We had been living in our new home for a couple of weeks and were just getting settled, when I finally had time to meet a few of the neighbors and to start thinking about checking out the fishing situation. Our next-door neighbors, Frank and Jessica, were fully retired and in their late sixties. They are a very pleasant couple, and Frank is a normal guy, about.